HowlA Poem by American Fairytale
We are more common these days,
the insane, the anomie, the id We prowl the night -as every day is night- the sun an inverse moon bleeding color on otherwise gray tones And suck sweet sensations, shivers up our spines, hairs on end, eyes wide, libido bursting as we howl at the moon -dadaismo- © 2016 American FairytaleReviews
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